(no subject)
burning trees
+
quick to boil in any given situation that tempts
fit to spoil the surroundings, poised to tear down the fence
noise to gather, though i'm heated up, i'm ready to hear
nothing matters anymore, i mean it, dry up those tears
feel it? it's searing, the abundantless immeasurable leap
deep enough to stay tough, you know it's rough on the feet
skin parched from the heat, torched to smolder in smoke
fighting the choke, the older ones hide in their cloak's
looking for robes, to cover-up, i never knew it smothered you
a rekindling of a fierce heart for the nu-lover in you
arteries begging to instantaneously spontaneously combust
must improv the scene, the old you being a new kindle for trust
flares flash and flicker into flames that grow thick
scald the scorched smoke untill it singes the wick
and ignites into a sick, sadistic, withering whisp
trickling down the walls, lingering in the home's that are missed
to tighten a fist, cauterizing the glow that once stood
incinerating uncertainty, because it did us no good
a cremation of what would, or of what was never meant to be
tree's die and tree's grow, but there's only one love grown for me
though melting away slowly, i keep you close to my flame
my oven-roasted heart is still subject to no shame
to know shame is trite, like being constantly caught in a fight
with all of my might, i set out to make you my light
i know that a knight is supposed to rescue his damsel in distress
but i'm the one burning in desolation, so which of us needs it less?
--
+
quick to boil in any given situation that tempts
fit to spoil the surroundings, poised to tear down the fence
noise to gather, though i'm heated up, i'm ready to hear
nothing matters anymore, i mean it, dry up those tears
feel it? it's searing, the abundantless immeasurable leap
deep enough to stay tough, you know it's rough on the feet
skin parched from the heat, torched to smolder in smoke
fighting the choke, the older ones hide in their cloak's
looking for robes, to cover-up, i never knew it smothered you
a rekindling of a fierce heart for the nu-lover in you
arteries begging to instantaneously spontaneously combust
must improv the scene, the old you being a new kindle for trust
flares flash and flicker into flames that grow thick
scald the scorched smoke untill it singes the wick
and ignites into a sick, sadistic, withering whisp
trickling down the walls, lingering in the home's that are missed
to tighten a fist, cauterizing the glow that once stood
incinerating uncertainty, because it did us no good
a cremation of what would, or of what was never meant to be
tree's die and tree's grow, but there's only one love grown for me
though melting away slowly, i keep you close to my flame
my oven-roasted heart is still subject to no shame
to know shame is trite, like being constantly caught in a fight
with all of my might, i set out to make you my light
i know that a knight is supposed to rescue his damsel in distress
but i'm the one burning in desolation, so which of us needs it less?
--